The Lotus Lantern is with you

Mo Chen stayed behind, and the old man said that this valley had no name at first, but later people in their village saw that this valley was evergreen all the year round, and it was different from other mountains, so they called it "Wanqing Mountain".

Mo Chen stayed in Wanqing Mountain. It can be said that his life is really comfortable these few days. This valley has a strange power, which seems to block the evil energy from the outside world. This is what Mo Chen discovered the next day.

Mo Chen was puzzled, and asked the old man, but the old man was secretive, and only vaguely said that there was a god here.

Mo Chen mocked in his heart, the gods bless, if the gods really bless, now that the mortal world has been destroyed like this, why don't the gods come out to take care of it.

In fact, speaking of it, even in his previous life, when he made a big fuss in the heavenly court, he did not see that god come out to say a few words. Mo Chen couldn't help but think of Jiwu and Kunlun. Today, all the gods left in the heavenly court are the gods from the period of conferring gods, and in the millennium When the former demon world attacked the heaven world, many fell, so what about the gods of the ancient times?

Except for Nuwa Fuxi, the other gods are nowhere to be seen. Mo Chen has seen the emperor so far, and even the disciples under the seat of Yuanshi Tianzun, except for Yuding and the Bodhisattvas of Xitian, they have not seen a single person.

It's useless to think so much, Mo Chen can't protect himself now, how can he manage other people's business.

He was recuperating quietly in this valley, and this rare peace made him nostalgic, but he knew very well that he couldn't stay here for too long.

The appearance of the Demon Slayer last time sounded the alarm for him, so he worked hard every day to repair the wounds on his body.

But his wounds healed very slowly. He drank a lot of herbs and soaked in medicinal baths every day, but the effect was very small.

Mo Chen knew very well that his wounds could only be healed by absorbing the power of life, such as cannibalism. He used to absorb the power of demons and inner alchemy to restore his strength.

But now it is naturally impossible for him to tell the old man this, and he is not willing to eat people.

In fact, he has no hope of living.

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But what Mo Chen didn't know was that the old man saw everything in his eyes.It's just that every time the old man saw him sitting under the tree and looking up at the sky, his expression of lovelessness made the old man sigh.

The next day, the old man suddenly began to teach him how to farm.

Mo Chen was a little surprised, but he didn't refuse, because he didn't know what he could do.

The old man took him to the one-acre field behind the wooden house and talked about it carefully.

"There are two fields here. You have to remember that behind the wooden house is a vegetable field, but turn a corner, walk from here, pass through five trees, and arrive at a place where herbs are planted." The old man took him by the hand. Turn this around.

Mo Chen followed, and while listening to the old man's explanation, a map couldn't help appearing in his mind.

Afterwards, the old man began to teach him how to grow herbs and land. Different seeds, different seasons, even different temperatures and environments, the herbs and vegetables grown are all different.

Mo Chen was a little puzzled at first. When he was young, his family made a living by pasting lanterns, and he had never touched the farmland. After that, he became a god, and he never did such menial work.

He was a little puzzled, why the old man would try his best to teach him these things, after all, he and him were just strangers.

The old man seemed to see his doubts, and he didn't hide it, "My son and daughter-in-law are also short-lived. The child has no parents since childhood, and no one to discipline him. Later, the boy ran to this mountain and never went back. My old woman I left early, and I was the only one left in the family, so I moved to this mountain to retire."

Mo Chen didn't continue to ask. He didn't ask why the old man's son came to this mountain. Just as everyone has an unspeakable past, the old man didn't ask about his past, and he would naturally respect him.

This day passed quickly, and the next day, everything was as usual.

The old man said, "The soil is also different. If the soil environment is wrong, these vegetables will not grow."

"Are these also important?"

"Of course, everything in nature has its laws. This has been formed day by day since the beginning of the world. It didn't exist at the beginning, but it has been constantly changing to form what it is today." The old man laughed. "And the current growth method is just the most suitable for them."

Mo pondered thoughtfully.

When Mo Chen heard this statement for the first time, he found it extremely novel, and it was convenient for the old man to chat.

Although he had lived for thousands of years, it was the first time he had a heart-to-heart conversation with a mortal, which made him feel very fresh.

The life of the old man is very regular, starting to work at sunrise and resting at sunset, stable and comfortable.Mo Chen was a little strange, so many things happened outside, isn't this person afraid?

Unexpectedly, the old man laughed loudly after hearing this, "How can you not be afraid? But these are not things that I, a mere mortal, can change."

Mo Chen was a little ashamed, after all, this had something to do with him.

"However, if we people suffer for decades, we just wronged the descendants." The old man said optimistically, "However, as long as there are people alive, these days of suffering will pass."

Mo Chen was startled, the life of mortals is too short, so they keep learning knowledge, and try to pass it on, passing on this tenacious belief from generation to generation, but in fact, in a sense, why not A kind of longevity.

He became a god and a demon, but he forgot that he was once a human being, but his time as a human being was too short, and no old man could see it clearly, even though Mo Chen was five thousand years old.

Mo Chen asked him, "For so long, don't you hate it?"

The old man said calmly, "Who do you hate? Do you hate this dead country, or the barbarians in the north?"

"The gods are indifferent, and the demons are cruel." Mo Chen said.

"Life is always our own, and there are some things we cannot change." The old man sighed, "We are just ordinary people, so we can only live the lives of ordinary people. Gods and demons are too far away from us. Those who are superior are not us. These people can see, so the only thing we can do is to protect ourselves and our families and pass on our lives."

Mo Chen listened quietly, as if listening to a teacher's lecture.

The old man said, "In winter, eat winter food, in summer, eat summer food, go out to work during the day, and go back to the house to rest at night. Enjoy life when you are young, and you will not have more regrets when you are old. It's a pity. , I lived in the valley for 20 years before I finally understood this truth. This man, just like the four seasons, was born in spring, went through summer, autumn, and then winter, and finally he was able to rest in the ground, and finally Welcome to the new reincarnation, children and grandchildren will continue to live forever."

Those words hit Mo Chen's brain violently.

He recalled what Emperor Donghua said, that after a thousand years, there will be no gods, and this world will become the world of mortals.

At first, Mo Chen simply thought that it was because the world's spiritual power was exhausted and could no longer provide spiritual energy for the gods.

Now, he suddenly realized.

Mortals are as weak as ants to the gods. Although their lives are short, they can live endlessly. On the contrary, gods almost have the life span of the sky, but they are rarer and rarer.

The stronger the ability of the gods, the stronger the threat to the three worlds. When the ability is strong enough to defy the rules, it will disrupt the balance of this world, and this is what the way of heaven will never allow.

Therefore, any creatures that disrupt the balance and order of the Three Realms and violate the laws of the Dao of Heaven will be rejected by the Dao of Heaven.

But how were these beings sent away from the Three Realms?

Now that Mo Chen has lost his eyesight, sitting alone under the old tree with coiled ivy, he has become sober.

Because he thought of Daoist Yuding and Bai Xiao.

Bai Xiao is not a god in this world, but he was sent away by the real person Yuding himself. The real person Yuding had talked with Mo Chen about the past, but the real person Yuding said vaguely, and Mo Chen didn't force him, so he Missed the opportunity to learn the truth.

Now, he thought of this incident again, and felt that he seemed to be getting closer to the truth.

The real Yuding said that he was once taught by Kunlun and Ji Wukong for a while, and Mo Chen still suspected that Bai Xiao's killing was not an order of those two.

Now that this matter came back to his mind, Mo Chen began to think carefully.

He knows that these three realms are protected by the Dao of Heaven, but any creatures that exceed expectations will be forcibly ejected from this world. Before Pan Gu created the world, three thousand gods and demons fell and were sent to "hell". How did the creatures disappear, that is, who was the executor?

Mo Chen already had an answer in his heart, but this answer floated on the surface, which made him connect with more facts that frightened him.

If Yuding is the executor, then this means that from the beginning, the real person Yuding is the person of Kunlun and Ji Wukong.

The brain roared suddenly, and Mo Chen completely realized that the truth he had been ignoring was so far away from him.

He always felt that there was someone watching him from behind him. At first, he thought it was Wu Chi, but after the Jade Emperor's conspiracy was exposed, he suspected that the person was the Jade Emperor. Now, he finally began to feel fear, because those eyes were His existence was almost irresistible.

As night fell, the setting sun was wrapped in thick clouds, giving off a strange yellow halo.

On the eaves behind Mo Chen, the crow watched him quietly, with a hint of deep thought in his blue-green eyes.